When her primary associations with the archives are mostly people she absolutely does not want to fuck, that doesn't have quite the impact Erin might be aiming for—her nose crinkles, faintly, at the immediate thoughts it brings to mind—but in a roundabout way it might still work. She has to get the wrong associations out of her head, after all.

Daisy rolls her eyes and crosses over to Erin, reaching up to hook her fingers under her chin and tug at her bottom lip lightly with her thumb. "Maybe they weren't my type."

Her other hand seeks out Erin's heartbeat. Claws drawing over skin even if they can't actually harm it.